About fifteen years ago, our oldest grandson (older son of #3 daughter) got a puppy and named him Jolteon, after a Pokemon anime character. When the puppy got too big to be a house dog, we took him to live with us in the country.
Over the years, Joe (as we called him) lived outside. When he first came, he terrorized the cats, until #1 daughter’s cat waded into him a couple of times. After that, he treated cats with respect. He even became besties with #4 daughter’s cat, Al. We would often look out and see Al and Joe curled up together on the deck.
I’ve posted quite a bit about Joe over the years. I’ve written about Joe’s love/hate relationship with the garden. I’ve written a poem about when Joe killed the neighbor’s rabbit. I wrote, when the Rapture was imminently anticipated, that I wasn’t going, if Joe couldn’t come with me.
Joe used to come mushroom hunting with me. Joe was totally no good at keep deer away from the yard. Ever.
He was my cover-boy for LONNIE, ME AND THE HOUND OF HELL, not because he was hellish, or even looked hellish. He just worked cheap.
Back in November of 2011, I posted about how Joe was getting old, and I needed to prepare for saying goodbye. And the time came, and we were relieved for him, and now we can’t look outside without thinking we see him or wondering where he is, and then remembering he’s gone. Rotten old dog. Who wanted him, anyway? ~sniffff~
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about a pet.
JaneApril 4, 2013 at 9:15am
dear Joe. He had good run, but it’s never enough.I lost two recently, and my old girl’s looking old. I don’t want to go,either, if they don’t get to go with me.
Rest in Peace, Brother Joe.
Marian AllenApril 4, 2013 at 10:40am
Honestly, Joe was SUCH a naughty dog. We can’t believe how much we miss him. It makes me want to go out and roll around in Charlie’s hosta garden in Joe’s honor.
Jessica NunemakerApril 4, 2013 at 10:04am
Oh, *sniff*! That’s just the hardest thing!
Had to put down my cranky old girl kitty last June unexpectedly (seriously, some cats live 21 years, 9 is just not long enough!) and we still expect to see her staring us down in the kitchen, demanding catnip.
Marian AllenApril 4, 2013 at 10:49am
No, 9 is NOT enough! Joe did pretty well for a dog his size, I think.
Sarah GlennApril 5, 2013 at 12:05am
I still miss my cat-child. It’s been 7 years. So sorry.
Marian AllenApril 5, 2013 at 9:02am
We always remember them, don’t we?